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The tiếp theo morning Zim explained the Skool to Riz. "Whoa wait...so the filthy humans have to LEARN?? What possibly could they learn?" She questioned. "Yeah well...I CUT THEIR FILTHY THROATS!!!" (That line BTW was inspired bởi Nny from JTHM)
At skool, the chuông, bell rings, and the students get their boring lecture about outer space, and it imploding on itself...blah blah blah..Riz sat tiếp theo to Zim, and the entire time, she asked so many các câu hỏi to give Zim a headache. "and..the food...WHAT IS IT LIKE??" was one. Finally, Dib spoke up and đã đưa ý kiến she too was an alien, because her disguise was the same as Zim's except girl form. And the hair was s blondish orangish color, and her eyes were bright cyan. "What are bạn talking about bạn large headed demon creature thing you......." "OH COME ON MY HEAD ISN'T THAT BIG!!!" yelled Dib. "It's gigantic.." đã bình luận Zita. "Class, shut your half..no...full wit pi holes. I don't wanna have to listen to your disgusting voices-so shut them off." Ms.Bitters demanded. SUddenly the ngọn lửa, chữa cháy alarm went off, and Riz Mất tích control. She ran out of Skool grounds, and into the woods.
I tình yêu the humble silence of this street,
embellished with quiet trees,
where no soul has ever gone by,
except that of the wind...
Clouds pause to look at the street
with their heavenly eyes,
and they can tell, bởi looking at the leaves
whether Fall hoặc Winter have settled their realm.
I tình yêu the humble silence of this street
embellished with quiet trees
along which I walked on so many Sundays
with my small grove of rememberences...
When I die, my friend, the best of me
will survive in this street:
the concealed rose of my regrets
and the roaming âm nhạc of my dreams...
*NOTE: THIS POEM IS NOT MINE, THIS POEM BELONGS TO: Francisco Lopez Merino*
embellished with quiet trees,
where no soul has ever gone by,
except that of the wind...
Clouds pause to look at the street
with their heavenly eyes,
and they can tell, bởi looking at the leaves
whether Fall hoặc Winter have settled their realm.
I tình yêu the humble silence of this street
embellished with quiet trees
along which I walked on so many Sundays
with my small grove of rememberences...
When I die, my friend, the best of me
will survive in this street:
the concealed rose of my regrets
and the roaming âm nhạc of my dreams...
*NOTE: THIS POEM IS NOT MINE, THIS POEM BELONGS TO: Francisco Lopez Merino*
